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Wellsprings of Rest
Toil and Rest
by Jacob Dunbar
"By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread..." (Genesis 3:19)
"For we who have believed enter that rest" (Hebrews 4:3)
Believe and trust
He died to provide
Faithful and just
In Him do I hide
His grace applied
He paid the price
Fully supplied
Complete sacrifice
Live by believing
Believe for a living
Work in receiving
Faith in His giving
Lord of provision
Done with my grieving
Out of my prison
Continue perceiving
Birds of the air
Lilies of the field
Knows every hair
Treasure concealed
He bought the field
I am his heir
Finances healed
Seems so unfair
Smothered in favor
Undeserved blessing
He paid the waiver
Done with my stressing
Disarmed my slaver
His love expressing
He does not waver
Grace so caressing
I am so blessed
Milk and honey
He gave His best
Beaten and bloody
Why worry for money
Cease being stressed
Cloudy to sunny
Enter His rest
Toil and strive
Work to provide
On overdrive
Tired and dried
Feeding my pride
Have to survive
Word misapplied
I dive and I dive
Into my work
So family can eat
Lost all my perk
But all’s nice and neat
Outside conceit
Feel like a jerk
But inside downbeat
Into the murk
Deeper I go
Angst and unrest
Feeling so low
Doing my best!
Overly stressed
Much I do owe
Completely depressed
Covered in woe
Enclosed in doubt
Fell into a well
Shout and I shout
Yell and I yell
Trapped in a cell
Have to break out
Heaven or hell
Caught in a drought
Cursed is the land
Thistles and thorns
Trust in my hand
Body is worn
Depleted and torn
Can’t hardly stand
Sweat and worn
Too much demand
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